Alastor Moody

It had been a few days since Gabrielle had left England, and honestly she was quite enjoying being back in France. Her trips home had become more and more rare over the past while, and now that she was living some place that was still on her own, it seemed much more enjoyable. Or it did when she could distract herself anyway. The second she focused on why she had come back to France, she felt terrified and wondered if she should go back home. Home, because that was really what England had become to her, even if she complained about the rubbish weather and the terrible wine selection. However, she had decided to leave, thinking it was for the best after a quick trip to the healers informed her that she was pregnant. Pregnant with Alastor Moody’s baby. That much she was absolutely sure about, because she hadn’t slept with anyone else in far longer than she cared to admit. She couldn’t tell him. She knew his thoughts on having children and she knew they weren’t positive. Neither were hers really, especially having a child out of wedlock, but when she discovered she was pregnant she couldn’t fathom anything other than keeping it. And he didn’t want kids. His life wasn’t designed to have kids in it. So she had done the easy thing for them both, she had taken the problem out of the equation by packing her bags and leaving that very day. Now, she had had a bit more time to process it, though she still hadn’t told anyone, and was just relaxing in her new apartment when she heard a knock on the door. She went and opened it without even thinking he could be on the other side, which was very evident by the shock on face as she saw him. “Are you stalking me now?” she asked in lieu of a greeting. 

As soon as the door flew open, Alastor moved past her to walk inside the apartment. He had a feeling after the shock of seeing him resided, she would likely slam the door in his face, given the lengths she gone to to avoid him. At least this way, it would save him from having to use any spells to get in. “What did you expect, Gabrielle? You move to another country, don’t tell me anything, and expect me to what? Just say, ‘Oh, that was fun. I guess I will see her around.’? We were practically living together and you just up and disappear? Do you know how worried I was?” His hand moved to rub his temples, already feeling a headache coming on and knowing this conversation wasn’t going to be a fun one. “Why did you leave?”

Location : Aurors Office, Department of Law Enforcement. 

Date : 18th of February, 1981. ((Two Days before Marlene McKinnon’s Death)) 

Marlene had nearly fainted when she received the owl. Her eyes had glanced over the word, ‘Congratulations. You have passed the appropriate stages of the auror trainee programme,”  and her feet barely touched the ground whilst shopping for a gift for her mentor, Alastor Moody.  After all, Marlene wouldn’t be anywhere without him. When Alastor first agreed to glance over her rejected auror application, he saved her from her dead-end job. Her initial rejection had broke Marlene but now, she was officially an auror and was about to begin a whole new chapter of her life. 

Bursting into the door of Alastor Moody’s office, she had concealed the gift bag in her bag with a simple extension charm. Marlene had been wary to walk in with it incase the acceptance letter was a mistake. A bright smile on her face, she held out the acceptance letter towards the man. “Is this a joke? It better not be a fucking joke?” Marlene laughed, a shaky yet excited quiver to her voice. Perhaps it wasn’t the best way to greet her mentor and maybe future boss. However, it was the only way she knew how given the current situation and with the adrenaline coursing through her veins. 

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Alastor normally wasn’t fond of people bursting into his office, but he would make an exception this time. He had a feeling he knew why Marlene was here and his assumption was proven correct when she starting waving her letter in front of his face. “I can assure you it is not a joke, Miss McKinnon.” He gave her a rare, genuine smile. “Congratulations.” He stood from his desk chair and extended his hand for her to shake, “You are officially an auror.”

While she was normally a pretty good baby, Pansy had been particularly difficult to get to sleep tonight. She had cried and fussed and downright refused to go to bed until she was finally too tired to stay away and fell asleep onto of Gabrielle. When she finally did, Gabrielle was quick to carry her into her room and tuck her into her bed with the blankets wrapped securely round her. Once she was settled with all the teddies she liked next to her, she leaned down to kiss her daughter’s head and whisper a final goodnight. She then turned to leave, stopping Alastor in the doorway and walking in his direction. “Shh,” she warned even though he had whispered, tired out from their daughter’s antics, and certainly not in any mood to wake her up again. Noting the glass of whiskey in his hand she raised an eyebrow lightly but didn’t say anything as they walked out of the room. “What is it?” she asked as she made her way back to the sitting room, not paying all that much attention because she didn’t imagine it would be anything all that serious that he wanted to talk about.

Alastor held onto his glass of whiskey like a crutch, even though he was sure there was no amount of alcohol that was going to make this conversation any easier. He followed behind her, trying to decide on what words to use. No matter what he said, he knew she was going to be angry (as she had ever right to be). He was about to break his promise to her, his promise to Pansy, to their family. It hadn’t been an easy decision by any means. He had spent countless nights tossing and turning, trying to tell himself it was alright to do as he wanted and not what others needed of him. But, it wasn’t and he couldn’t pretend any longer. “Gabrielle, I need you to know that I love you and that as much as it might not seem like it, the decision I have made is for our family.” He sighed, taking another quick sip of his drink. “I need to return to the department.”

The news of Alastor Moody’s death had spread quickly throughout the wizarding world. He was a renowned auror and wizard, people had heard stories about all the people he put it Azkaban, no one even coming close to his number. Well, his supposed death anyway, since his body hadn’t been found yet. Gabrielle didn’t even know fully what had happened, because the details in the paper were hazy and she suspected whatever he had been doing had been nothing to do with the auror office. Even so, she believed the rumours of his death when they came, and they hit her hard. If it hadn’t been for her daughter she really didn’t know how she would have managed, but she had to stay strong for Pansy who had lost her father. Even with their rocky relationship, she knew it would be difficult for her. The fact that they had just rekindled made everything all that much harder, making the last few days a blur as she just went about her normal motions without much care. This was the exact response she had when she heard a knock on the door, walking over and looking through the peep hole. She almost automatically opened the door before she registered who it was and froze, her heart stopping. She grappled for her wand, holding it tightly in her hand before she reached for the door handle. She took another few seconds pause before she opened the door, wand pointed instantly. “Tell me something only you would know.” He had taught her that one, paranoid as he was.

Alastor took a moment to just look at her, since he had been so sure when he was falling through the air that he would never get to again. He felt a surge of pride when he heard her speak, glad that she was being vigilant. It was right of her to question his presence, considering he was dead to the rest of the world at the moment. “You love your feet being massaged. Your favorite wine is a merlot from a little winery in France. Despite how much we like to argue about whether our daughter’s first word was mum or dad, it was neither. The first thing she ever said was peach because that was her favorite food at the time.” He could go on and on, but he figured he had given her enough information for her to trust that it was him. “I told you I was coming home.”

Alastor Moody Future

Alastor Moody - Michael Fassbender FC

Gabrielle Parkinson - Emilia Clarke FC

Pansy Parkinson - India Eisley FC

Key Points

Fought as Head Auror during the war.

Gabrielle became pregnant with their daughter Pansy.

Alastor lost his leg after Pansy was born and took a medical leave.

Promised he was going to resign from the Auror Department.

Couldn’t handle the death of people he had swore to protect, broke his promise to Gabi & Pansy.

Continued loving Gabrielle his entire left.

Estranged relationship with Pansy.

Tells Gabi he is done with the war, this time meaning it. Says as soon as he gets Harry to safety he will come home.

Dies in 1997 escorting Harry to safety.

Date: August 1997

Alastor wasn’t sure how many days had gone by since he had fallen off his broom and miraculously lived. He knew everyone believed him dead and word would have spread through the wizarding community like wildfire. He had thought about where to go (it was safer for everyone if he remained ‘dead’) and while there were a few, a very few amount of people he trusted, his mind had settled on Gabrielle. Plus, it seemed important to let her know, especially after his last declaration that he was finally going to come home and be a family. He knocked on the door, careful to make sure no one else was around. He wasn’t sure what he reaction would be when she saw him, but he was preparing himself for the worst.

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Date: Early 1982 

His leg, or rather lack thereof, was practically healed. He had gotten a prosthetic and learned to walk on it rather quickly. Medical leave had been mandatory and needed, but he had swore to Gabrielle and little Pansy that he wouldn’t go back. After his leave was up, he would turn in his resignation to the Auror Department. His dream was no longer being Head Auror, now it was being a good father and hopefully, one day, a good husband. Dreams were easily shattered everyday, though. And with the news that the Lestranges had been tortured on top of the fact that they had already lost so many to this war (Marlene, Lily, James - names that floated through his head and caused him aching regret), his dreams were beginning to shatter. He had hoped, rather naively, that once Voldemort was gone, it would all be over. Some were still intent on doing his work, though, and Alastor could no longer sit by. He couldn’t have his dream if it meant others would die that he could have protected. He stood in the door-frame of Pansy’s room, watching Gabi put her down to sleep. When she was finally snug in bed, he sighed, whiskey glass in hand, he whispered to Gabi, “We need to talk.”

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Date: Early 1980

Tracking Gabrielle Parkinson down had not been easy, even for the Head of the Auror Department. He had been determined, though, following up on every lead he could find of where she might be. He just didn’t understand why she had left. They had been fine, good really. They were by no means conventional, most wouldn’t even consider them a couple, but they knew what they were to one another. They had practically been living together in two separate apartments when she had just up and disappeared. Alastor would have been worried, but he could feel it in his bones that this wasn’t a mishap of the war, this was simply Gabi leaving. He would let her, if that was what she truly wanted, but he needed to know why. What reason did he give her to just up and run? But, he had found her, or at least, he had found another lead that had brought him to the apartment door he was standing outside of, now. He raised his fist to the wood, knocking a few times before stepping back.

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Gabrielle sighed in frustration, honestly just wanting him to go away. Part of her suspected he was just feeling guilty because he was a person who was supposed to prevent things like this and he had been unsuccessful. Helping her would probably ease that guilt. “Fine,” she replied, clearly very unhappy about it. 

He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard her agree. “Thank you.” He motioned for one of the healers to come over. “Wouldn’t it put your mind at ease, too?” Alastor knew he would sleep better once he knew she was okay, though he couldn’t be bothered at the moment to figure out why that truly was. 

       Regulus listened intently to the auror’s words, there was so much Regulus had to learn about the society they lived in, growing up in the family he had it was expected that he would understand how politics worked, but whether it had been due to general disinterest or simply not caring about it, Regulus had ignored much of his father’s speeches, seemed a good idea at the time, but as he listened to what Alastor Moody had to say he realized that maybe that was just how the world worked. ❝Politics over safety, yeah our society is seriously misguided❞ Regulus said with a small head shake, ❝sorry about you being unable to skip the function, if it’s any consolation I think most of us employees are only going ‘cause we kinda have to❞ he said with a small smile. ❝Oh, oh no❞ he chuckled ❝I’m just his personal assistant, basically a glorified intern… no, the face my boss wants to put out there is his own❞ Regulus scoffed, he knew it wasn’t right to bad mouth his boss, but the man worried more about the top brass opinion of him than the work of the department. ❝Sorry, I’m Regulus❞ he said offering a hand, ❝Black❞ he said in a lower tone, usually when people heard his last name they turned around and left.

Alastor could certainly agree with that sentiment, their society was severely misguided. He presumed that was the larger part of the reason that a few in the ministry were trying to halt his promotion. Someone that didn’t give a damn about any of the politics was not someone they could easily control and would therefore be a problem. At this point, it seemed their attempts had been rather futile. “Well, in that case, I’m sorry you will have to be there as well.” He was a complete waste of time, but many people were going to have to suck it up and show their faces. “Whose intern are you?” He was sure if they wanted to get their own face out there, it was someone of importance, or rather someone that considered themselves important. Alastor grunted and shook his head as Regulus told him his name. “Bloody hell, another Black? How many of you are there?” He figured now, knowing that it was safe to presume he was Sirius’ younger brother. He hoped this one wouldn’t be as much of a pain in his ass.

Amelia heard the edge in Alastor’s voice, but she needed the information he had, and besides, Alastor almost always had an edge in his voice. “I’m sure you are, considering the state of all of our offices this week,” she responded, raising an eyebrow. Shifting on her feet, she placed her notebook in front of him. “I need a statement from you for this report,” she explained, leaning over the desk to point to the questions she had prepared. “And I was hoping you could fill me in on what the hell even happened. I wasn’t there and I can’t seem to get a straight account.” She sat down in the chair on the opposite side of his desk and gave him a pleading look. “I know you’re busy, but I need to be caught up on this, Moody.”

Alastor sighed, frustratingly tossing the quill he had been holding from his hand. He really needed to get some of his reports completed, and while he knew it wasn’t Amelia’s fault, she was only doing her job, it had been person after person walking in and out. “You would think the Ministry would learn to send only one employee from one branch to get the information and send it out to everyone else.” He had little faith that they ever ever going to do something of sense, though. “What do you need to know, Bones? There honestly isn’t much information I have to give.” He had only arrived when the chaos had already begun. “Fair enough, just make it quick.”

Gabrielle waited for Alastor to return, pinching the bridge of her nose as she sat and tried to ignore everything else going on around her. When he returned she took the bottle from him and took a long drink before she turned back to him. When she did it was with a look that clearly said she wasn’t going to do his suggestion at all. “I’m fine,” she reiterated, shooting a glare in his direction.

Under most circumstances, Alastor knew better than to argue her, but this wasn’t one of those times. She had been poisoned and if it got worse or something happened to her, he would never forgive himself. He should have been here, then maybe he could’ve prevented all of this. “Would you please just do as I ask? For once?” He sighed, “Just let them have a look at you right quick and if they think you are fine, then I will take you home.”

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